Survivors

What a miracle that is:
That some of us survived.
That some escaped the flames!
And more: To talk of hope,
To build new ships,
Take all the craft and wit
To make it over, over
To the unknown, unsure land.

Listen, warlords,
Listen, heartless,
And you, clever profiteers:
We’ll rise from the earth,
We’ll publish your deeds,
Predict your downfall,
Applaud your end!
Survive and found new cities.
Survive and found new Troys

What a miracle that is!
That poets kept our memory.
Artists showed our scenes.
And more: the past appeared!
The stone broke through the earth
Revealed my death,
Showed mother’s pain
And proved their guilt.

Listen, warlords,
Listen, heartless,
And you, clever profiteers:
We’ll rise from the earth,
We’ll publish your deeds,
Predict your downfall,
Applaud your end!
Survive and found new cities.
Survive and found new Troys
We’ll rise from the earth,
We’ll publish your deeds,
Predict your downfall,
Applaud your end!
Survive and found new habits
Survive and found new laws!
Survive and found new cities
Survive and found new Troys!